Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.